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Friday, April 30, 2010

Hottie alert!

I love foreign films, especially Indian ones. If you have been reading my blog long enough, you already know my grandfather was a film producer and screenwriter in Bombay for 40 years. So, Bollywood films hold a special place in my heart.

I recently watched an Indian movie that was ridiculously cheesy and goofy. It's called Dostana.

Basically, the film is about two gorgeous guys living in Miami who pretend to be gay so they can share a fabulous apartment with a similarly gorgeous girl. Hilarity ensues.

But this isn't a film review. You see, I kind of, sort of, majorly have a crush on one of the actors, John Abraham.

After seeing this picture, do I really need to explain why?

Upon seeing Dostana, I immediately looked up this beautiful creature.

Apparently John, from Mumbai, started out as a supermodel in India during the 1990s and then started acting in films around ten years ago. He is currently dating some Indian actress, but let's be honest here: He's only with her because he hasn't met ME yet. Haha.

My crush is growing with such intensity, I can't even hide it from my parents. Yesterday, my dad caught me browsing photos of a shirtless John online, with a big grin on my face. My dad said I am "sick" and that I have an "unhealthy obsession." He said I should spend more time studying important things like physics and math, rather than looking at silly boys. Hmmm...

Oh yes, John Abraham! He is definitely very, very cute. I saw Dostana a year or two ago, but he's been in WAY better movies. I think my favorite (i.e. hottest :P) Bollywood actor is a toss-up between John Abraham and Hritik Roshan. Mmmm. :P

My roommate turned me onto him - he is indeed gorgeous. She met him in person and said he is also great looking in person. Unfortunately his gf is pretty darn hot too but she can't hold a candle to you chica!

What? Woah, wait Jen. You've known me long enough to know I don't swing that way! Not that there's anything WRONG with that....

You just tell your dad of all the dirty, nasty things that come to mind when you look at this guy. Things you can't do with a textbook.

Sit him down and describe how your lady-bits ache, how your loins are on fire with lustful abandon, consumed by thoughts of this Indian god taking you and ravaging you with acts that are illegal in 47 of 50 states.